Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

heard

about taking harsh measures. Whoever

doubted

would be afraid of someone with such nobility and astute

seemed to make sense if he was the legendary

a person like him appear in such

think you’ve noticed that I am the one watching you

Bar.”

if he’d

“Okay!”

Jane felt the same

you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like those lowly humans with horrible taste,

had already started

the escape routes

she had in her dictionary after

idea.

standing before him was

a bad idea in

couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft wanted

you a person with Omega

question caught her

have no idea what you’re talking

already exposed yourself. You are

am, too. You should have felt the

her, there was no point

his capability, he could have her investigated with a

do you want, Mr.

an agreement with you,

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

familiar to

Omega type blood in the Darknet to have an

Let me think about

definitely her

was incredibly good–looking, powerful, and

every rose has its

the rest of her life

being with someone like Hugh Croft

risk of her losing her life by the side of a man like

should just

you leave me your

silence enveloped both of

was concise and in a

loss for words on how she should reply

perhaps?

repeated his question, thinking that Jane

come easily out of

people with whom Hugh would be

one of

like

first time he set his eyes

imprinted

her

was because they had the

perhaps they were the same

was the wound that had frozen their

“Okay!”

her number and WeChat ID to

did not want to

The reason was simple.

kept it from him, he

able to

never liked pointless

through

had a simple user name, which

a picture of The Simpsons family of five as her display

mark “” as his WeChat

was a

nothing else, I’ll

think about it. Give me some

keep her distance from this dangerous person as far as

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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